Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Schnitzel life

A poem from Noah Erdenling (Google Translation):

I sense that I must die soon the chain already on my foot. The man simply determines when he wants to take my life. My life was filled with sorrow and pain, I wasn't even allowed to be outside and free. My babies have been brutally beaten to the ground, the screams were unbearable. I was never allowed to see the sunshine, and to walk on green grass. The whole time I lie here on my own feces and mess, just so I miserably die for your "Schnitzel"[meat].